Where's My Dad

I never got to meet my Dad, alone with my questions feeling bad. There are some things a mother can't do, there is just no way to make one parent two. I remember being ashamed at times, friends fishing with there dads but I'm not with mine. Why was this life given to me, without my Dad what kind of man would I be. I wonder who he is have I seen him on the street, how old will I be when me and Dad meet. Is he my banker or maybe a cop, I will always want to know and that will never stop. What do I say when my son starts to ask, coming up with an answer will be quite a task. Dose not having him make me less of a man, surely you know this wasn't the plan. Do I keep this a secrete never to tell, keeping this in will really be hell. Now I try to be super dad, never letting anyone see me sad. I hope one day we can reunite, me with my Father that will be a sight.